Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bulgaria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Flipper to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Brothers Johnson,
Donald Byrd,
Marmalade,
Jandek,
T. Rex,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Basic Channel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Age Steppers,
Arab on Radar,
Alphaville,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alison Limerick,
Parry Music,
The Moleskins,
Sixth Finger,
KRS-One,
The Music Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bob Dylan,
Section 25,
Jacob Miller,
Dave Gahan,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pussy Galore,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Toni Rubio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mission of Burma,
Oneida,
Marvin Gaye,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Buckinghams,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Warsaw,
John Lydon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
E-Dancer,
Aaron Thompson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Q65,
Essential Logic,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultravox,
Altered Images,
The Blackbyrds,
Fluxion,
Mr. Review,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lightning Bolt,
One Last Wish,
Saccharine Trust,
Q and Not U,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.